The Virgin and the Playboy

Julie, accidental virgin, has waited longer than she ever planned to lose her virginity and join everyone else she knows in dating reality. Embarrassed at her plight, she has made arrangements with 1NightStand.com to meet with a handsome stranger for one night of no commitment required sexuality, without having to admit she'd never made love before.

Mark is the one single guy left in his group of friends. As such, he is known for the bevy of lovelies he dates, and his stories of wild exploits between the sheets. His participation in 1NightStand.com is on a dare, and he has no idea that his date is...less experienced than he is used to. And so much more...

When they enter the penthouse suite in Las Vegas, they enter a chamber designed for luxury and booked for a 1NightStand.

I’m not a fan of quickies as a rule, but out of all the shorter stories that I’ve read lately, this one was my favorite by far! It had all the elements that I love in a story. It was both well written and descriptive with likable characters and a sense of humor. It was kind of fun to finish the story in my head although the author definitely points the reader in the right direction!

“Oh, yes, of course.” She smiled and tried to look confident, but the warmth of moments before chilled. When she had signed up for this evening, she hadn’t exactly been forthright. In filling out the paperwork, she had implied that her level of sexual experience was “moderate.” She was afraid the service would turn her down, that maybe a virgin was unqualified for a one-night-stand under their policies.

Mark had no idea what he was dealing with, but even with her inexperience, she’d expected more seduction than this. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him. Whether he knew it or not, it was her first time and she was not going to be rushed. If he didn’t have the sense to make this encounter special, she’d have to provide guidance.

She pasted what she hoped was a sensual smile on her face. What had he asked? Oh, yes. Would she take off her clothes. Years of fantasies surfaced, thousands of romance novels devoured, imagining her own moment of truth. “I was hoping you’d do it for me.” She fluttered her eyelashes, cliché? Whatever. The gleam in his eye told her he was interested in her plan.

She turned away from him to show the row of buttons that ran all the way down her indigo blue sundress to the knee length hem. “Please? I can’t reach them all.”